It will take some time to pick up my broken pieces
But I will rise from the grave,
Every time you beat the shit out of me,
It's time you know I will be better than I was yesterday!
Everytime you put me down , you would ripe me apart, break me down put me on my knees,
But what about my soul?
It would be standing tall no matter what!
I swear to God every inch of me would come for you harder than before!
Every punch every kick you hit me with
will come upon you,
I would be wrath of God!
My numb cheeks and ribs know that I will be,
A thunder pushing clouds aside causing destruction the place it strikes!
Every spill of blood, every broken jaw would hold itself,
Realizing how powerful I have become!
Every bruise you gave me got cold,
Heated my blood boiling through my veins,
I feel it in my bones,
I'm stronger than you even deep down in my chest and soul!
I don't know how this would end,
Adrenaline would be rushing through our brains!
But when it does it would be you or me standing with lost two or three teeths from the thirty-two, being patched up in red and blue,
I am not a person who groans in pain anymore!
Every punch you threw at me every scar I got from you made me a beast!
I will be the last man standing cause ,
I KNOW NOW THAT ITS MY FUCKING TIME!